Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
Thoughts can create such a barrier that even if you are standing before a beautiful flower, you will not be able to see it. Your eyes are covered with layers of thought. To experience the beauty of the flower you have to be in a state of meditation, not in a state of mentation. You have to be silent, utterly silent, not even a flicker of thought – and the beauty explodes, reaches to you from all directions. You are drowned in the beauty of a sunrise, of a starry night, of beautiful trees.
Stop ruining love by wanting it so bad.
There’s nothing more intimate in life than simply being understood. And understanding someone else.